Will | Xichen
My brother and his husband theorized that however depressed I might be, no depression could be completely immune to being placed in a room with a dozen bunnies. They turned out to be right, especially once that little one hopped onto my chest and took a nap there.
That was my instinct, but I find it hard to be sure with Dorian. I know that emotions make him uncomfortable, particularly his own, but I haven't seen him in a crisis before. It seemed equally likely that he'd want to vent it all like steam from a pot, or that he would want us all to pretend that none of this was happening.